Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 00:06:06 MDT
From: Daniel Lund
Subject: Daniel and JD part 12
It was suggested by a friend that I tidy up all of the knots in this story
before putting it to bed. It was also suggested that there could easily be
a spin off. What do you think?
Thanks,
Dan
Rimshot@planetaccess.com
rimshotsplanet@hotmail.com
Daniel and JD part 12: Misery loves company.
JD sat in the rays of the afternoon sun, enjoying its warmth on his
back. Daniel's office, which he was borrowing, was drowning in a sea of
paperwork for the next six months worth of staging designs, lighting
layouts, location shoots, and projected expenses.
The door opened, causing JD to look up. Tyler came in and waved as
he closed the door. JD smiled and leaned back from the desk. "Hey, Sport!
What's new?" Tyler seemed to try and smile, but his face contorted, and
tears began to roll down his cheeks. JD stood up and walked around the
desk, holding his arms out.
Tyler wrapped his arms around JD's powerful chest and cried,
shaking them both. JD soothed him and stroked his hair, but didn't try to
stop the waterworks. "I just wanted to be normal." Tyler blubbered. "I
wanted a life like real people have."
"Didn't go well, huh?" JD pulled tissues out of a box on the desk
and handed them to his adopted little brother. Tyler had phoned him last
night and told him that he was going to break up with Brenda, and that he'd
tell JD all about it at lunch the next day.
"I didn't tell her I was gay, if that's what you mean." Tyler
wiped his eyes and nose, but didn't move away. "I didn't want her to feel
like she was used, you know?"
"Not to mention that this is a small town and she could make your
life here a living hell." JD helped Tyler take his jacket off and tossed
it over a chair. "Look, Hero, I know you have some shit in your head
because of Eddie, and that you thought Brenda would change you, but guess
what? You were a normal person before, and you'll meet someone again."
"I know." Tyler threw himself onto a long leather couch. "It's
just that I'm lonely, okay? And I don't mean like 'come over and see us
for dinner' lonely. I want something like you guys have."
"I don't know what to say to make it all better, Ty. Me and Daniel
were an accident. He was so straight his shit came out in perfect
cylinders and lengths." Tyler laughed, and JD sat down nest to him. "I
can't promise you'll find that. But you can't stop trying."
"I know." Tyler leaned on JD's shoulder. "It just hurts, that's
all."
"It'll pass, Kiddo."
Fridays were always hectic at the high school, and Cannon leaned in
towards his locker as a crush of people went by. He dumped his books
inside and pulled out the ones he had homework in before slamming the door
and spinning the combination lock. Six more months and he would be free.
He told himself that every day when the last bell sounded.
He stopped and talked with two of the other members of the swim
team about the region meet tomorrow, and smiled as they described the party
they had planned afterwards. He rarely went to these parties, not because
he didn't like them, but because they had a tendency to turn into drunken
animals, and that wasn't his scene.
Not to mention the other things that weighed heavily on his mind.
Twice today Anna Green had asked him to the Christmas dance, and both
times, for some reason he had yet to understand, he had seen the face of
the guy he'd met at the gym. It had alarmed him, and now he was brooding
on why he would be thinking of Tyler at all other than fast as a friend at
the gym.
True, they had started working out together over the last week and
a half, and true, Tyler was built pretty damned well, but Cannon had been
surrounded by swimmers for years, and had never really been interested in
them, and they were built, too.
He climbed into the Nissan Maxima his parents let him use and
started it, heading for the gym. His stomach felt funny, and he was unable
to put his thoughts at ease. Tyler had been nothing but decent to him,
even allowing him to use the guest shower in his apartment instead of the
public ones at the gym. So why was he feeling so weird?
He hurried into the locker room and changed into his spandex shorts
and a tank top, rolling his school clothes up in the bag and taking it out
onto the floor with him. Tyler walked in the front door and Cannon smiled,
but let it fade as he saw the look on Tyler's face. It looked like he was
tired and upset. He was still in his street clothes, and he usually
changed before he came in.
"Hey." Tyler said, smiling faintly. "I'm real sorry, but I'm just
not up to this today. I think I need a day off."
"That's cool." Cannon responded, hoping he didn't sound
disappointed. "I have shit load of homework for this weekend. I have a
meet tomorrow morning anyway. I probably should take it easy."
"Yeah. Thanks, Cannon." Tyler stopped and looked back up. "You
can still use the apartment to change if you want to. You can stop in
whenever you like, not just after the gym."
A small thrill went through the younger boy, and he fought the urge
to smile. "Thanks. I worry about getting athlete's foot or something over
here."
"C'mon." Tyler waved towards the door. "I'll buy you a protein
drink and a Twinkie." Cannon laughed and followed Tyler out the door.
"Where's Brenda?" Cannon asked as they entered the living room.
It had the look of things being moved around, and there were several things
on the floor and on the furniture.
"Uh, we're not together any more." Tyler said quietly as he
scooped Mystery off the kitchen counter and set her on the floor. "I broke
up with her."
For some reason, Cannon found this information exhilarating. He
lowered his head, careful not to look excited. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to say anything to piss you off."
Tyler chuckled and splashed juice into to two glasses. "Say what's
on your mind, Cannon. You didn't piss me off." He handed one of the
glasses to Cannon and threw himself on the couch. "Besides, it was a bad
move on my part anyway. I never should've started it."
Cannon sat down in the large overstuffed chair across from Tyler
and put his leg up on the arm. "You make it sound like you were doomed.
What's up with that?"
Tyler didn't answer for a long moment, sighing heavily. He looked
up and met Cannon's eyes, offering a sort of wistful smile. "Cannon, I
need to tell you something, and if you get upset, I understand, but I am
sick of lies, okay?" Cannon's eyebrows narrowed and he nodded. Tyler set
his glass on the side table and leaned back. "I'm gay, Cannon, and I tried
to use Brenda to make me straight."
Cannon blinked. It was like an alien landed and told him something
in a strange language. He heard Tyler, but he didn't 'hear' Tyler. His
heartbeat increased, and he felt his palms get sweaty. "So?" He asked,
knowing he sounded to unimpressed.
"So if you're not okay with that, I understand." Tyler watched
Cannon's eyes closely for signs of a reaction. He could tell something was
happening, but he didn't know what.
Cannon had a hard time breathing, and he pulled his knees up to his
chest. After along pause, he met Tyler's eyes. "How did you know you were
gay?" He asked quietly.
Tyler ran his hands through his hair. "Well, the last week was a
good indicator." He flopped onto his side on the couch and looked up at
the ceiling. "I didn't know what I was. I mean, I never looked at boys or
girls when I was in school. Then I met Daniel and JD, and, well, a lot of
things fell into place for me."
"They're gay?" Cannon asked, leaning forward on the edge of his
seat.
Tyler nodded. "They're so in love, it's sickening sometimes." He
smiled and glanced at Cannon. "I don't know really what they think they
are, but they are absolutely devoted to each other. I've seen a lot of
straight marriages that aren't as strong as they are." He rolled onto his
side and propped his head on his hand. "Anyway, I fell hard for a guy
named Eddie. He got killed a year or so ago."
"I'm really sorry, Tyler. I'm sure he meant a lot to you." Cannon
was surprised to feel empathy for his friend, yet not surprised. He was
alone, too, although he'd never lost anyone he loved like that.
"He did." Tyler's eyes sort of lost their focus for a second, but
then he picked up a pillow and chucked it at Cannon, hitting him in the
head. "Enough. He wouldn't like me to live in the past either!" He stood
up and stretched his arms above his head. "I think we ought to order
pizza. What do you think?"
"Cool." Cannon smiled and stood up as well, leaning down to touch
his toes. He straightened up and followed Tyler over towards the phone;
feeling like a heavy weight was being lifted off his shoulders. "Tyler, I
have a swimming meet tomorrow morning. It's the region finals. Will you
come and watch?"
Tyler smiled and picked up the phone. "Yeah, you goof ball, I
will." He laughed as Cannon made a fist and pumped it, hissing, "Yes!"
It was dark outside, and the snow had started again. Daniel sat
cross-legged on the floor across from JD, a Trivial Pursuit board between
them, and pulled a card out. "If you get the wedgey for this one, I'll do
the dishes. If you don't, you clean the fridge out tomorrow."
"Deal." JD smirked confidently. "It's entertainment, Babe. I
rule that topic."
"Whatever." Daniel made a big show of covering the side of the
card with the answers. "Who wrote Battlestar Galactica?"
"Glen A. Larsen." JD said immediately.
Daniel tossed the card in the air with a look of disgust. "There
is no goddamned way a normal person should no that." He put the wedge into
JD's game piece and leaned over to kiss him. "You're bizarre, you know
that, right?" He went to stand up, but JD grabbed his arm and pulled him
back down.
"Danny, I want to talk about something, and I want you to listen,
'kay?" JD steepled his fingers, rocking slightly. "Tonight was nice,
Daniel, because it was like the old days, you know? No tension, no work,
just us." He tried not to, but a tear slipped down his cheek and he looked
into Daniel's eyes. "When we started the studio, I was so excited I
couldn't stand it. We were gonna do it our way, period. The bad news was,
it consumed us, and I am so fucking jealous of your time, I don't even want
to share it with Broderick Camas."
"What..?" Daniel started to ask a question, but JD leaned forward
and kissed him silent. "Please, Danny, just listen, okay? I just need you
to hear what I have to say." Daniel nodded, his expression tense and
worried. "I sat down with the accountant today, and we have so much money,
we can't spend it before we die. We made it to the major leagues, and even
though we don't realize it, we're millionaires, Daniel. Millionaires take
time off once in awhile and travel or something. They take a break, and
they keep life in perspective. You work way to hard, and you'll die of a
heart attack or something, and that will piss me off way bad."
"So what do I do?" Daniel asked, his voice husky. "I don't want
to see what we worked so hard on go to shit, JD. I am proud of it, and I
know you are, too."
"We let Kirkland run it for awhile, and we go do whatever we want,
wherever we want." JD took Daniel's hands in his. "I kinda want to retire
a little bit, and I want to be with you. That's what I want."
"We're kind of young to retire, aren't we?" Daniel leaned against
JD's chest and closed his eyes. The truth was, he was tired, and he
sometimes forgot how important JD was in the universe. A thought that made
him feel guilty as hell.
"I don't think we'll need a nursing home just yet." JD laughed and
stroked Daniel's hair. Daniel looked up and kissed his mate long and
deeply, and without a word, they stood up and embraced, still sharing the
long passionate kiss. They made love for hours, right there in the den,
and the rest of the world didn't exist for a while.
The morning air was crisp and cold as Tyler swept the fresh snow
off his car. His eyes were still a bit puffy from a lack of sleep, but
over all he felt good.
He started the car and headed for the Aquatic Arts Center at the high
school.
He'd phoned JD and asked him to come and watch also, and was happy
when he was told they would both be there. Cannon had called and said that
his dad was totally stoked that Daniel and JD were coming, and that they
could sit on the judge's platform as guests of honor.
Tyler waited about five minutes for them to arrive, and he noted
that they both looked really tired, but a lot happier than they had for
weeks. He stepped between them and put his arms around their wastes as
they walked to the doors.
It was very humid and warm inside, and a kid that looked to be in
his early teens led them to the platform. Cannon waved from his warm up
laps, and Tyler grinned broadly and waved back. Daniel stopped and hugged
Coach Yearsley, as did JD. They talked animatedly about times and stuff
that might as well be Greek to Tyler.
There were several events, and Cannon competed in almost all but
the diving. The Coach explained that he was afraid of heights, and Daniel
confided to Tyler that he was too. JD laughed at that.
The final event was called, something called a 100-meter Freestyle,
and Tyler stood up to get a better view. He spotted Cannon and tipped a
small salute.
Cannon smiled widely and nodded, not letting anyone know what was going
on. They climbed onto their blocks, and a weird tone went off.
Cannon hit the water and picked up speed. Unaware he was doing it,
Tyler screamed and cheered. Daniel and JD jumped up and pumped their arms,
yelling right along with him. JD looked up at the timer, then back at
Cannon, jumping up and down.
For only the briefest of moments, it looked like one of the others
would pull ahead, but Cannon put on a burst of speed, and in seconds it was
over. The crowd went wild, and Tyler grabbed JD around the neck, screaming
himself horse.
Cannon stood up and looked at the clock, then lifted his hands in
the air. He caught Tyler's eyes and pointed, mouthing 'For you!'. Tyler
gave him a thumbs up and pounded Daniel on the back.
Half an hour later, Daniel sat in the office talking to his former
mentor, the happy buzz of victory affecting them all. JD sat halfway on
the desk, laughing as they relived old times.
"God I miss you two." The Coach said, putting his feet up on the
corner of his desk. "You had so much energy, you carried the whole team,
you know that?"
"You pulled it out of us." Daniel chuckled. "You're still the
best in the water, Coach."
"You were the best, Dan. I wish I had a coach like you around, but
the school board won't pay for one."
"What if we volunteered?" JD asked, looking into Daniel's eyes,
then at the Coach. "Can we do that?"
"What, have you coach diving?" Yearsley stood up and whipped his
hat off. "Hell yeah, you can volunteer. Will ya?"
Daniel looked at JD and figured he'd been had. Without looking
away, he nodded. "Yeah, Coach. I think we'd enjoy that."
"Oh, I gotta tell the boys. I really love you guys, you know
that?" He shook both of their hands and left quickly, going to find his
team. Daniel shook his head slowly, and JD leaned down and touched his
cheek.
"You're a hell of a man, Daniel Broderick."
"So are you, JD Camas."
Tyler leaned against his car and looked at his watch, waiting for
Cannon to come out of the pool building. It was just past five pm, and JD
had just told him about their new jobs, and Tyler was happy for them. They
seemed almost like their old selves again. The door banged open, and
Cannon pelted across the empty parking lot and threw his arms around Tyler,
throwing them both into a snow bank in front of the car.
"You were great!" Tyler shouted, hugging Cannon. He tousled he
hair and laughed.
"I was inspired." Cannon rolled off and pulled Tyler to his feet.
"You don't know how stoked I was when I saw you and those guys. I couldn't
lose."
Tyler opened the door and held it for Cannon. "C'mon, ace. I'll
take you out for some grub." He opened his door and got in, then jumped as
lips plastered to his. Cannon pulled back, his eyes shining.
"I'd rather go back to your place." He said, a wicked grin
spreading.
They walked through the door to find Mystery waiting on the arm of
the couch. Cannon scooped her up and stroked her head. Tyler hung up
their coats and turned to start up the conversation they'd been having in
the car on the way over.
"Look, Cann, there's a thousand reasons not to have a relationship
with you. You're not even eighteen for Christ sake!"
"Three months. Big fucking deal, Ty. I have feelings for you I've
never had for anyone else, and I know you have feelings for me." Cannon
set the cat down and came around couch. "Please, Tyler, don't shut me out.
I know I'm on the verge of something that will help me find me."
"What if it's not right? What if we hate each other? Do you want
to end the beginnings of a good friendship like that? What if you're not
gay, and I scar you for you're whole fucking life?!" Tyler threw up his
hands.
"What if I'm not gay?" Cannon soothed, putting his hands on
Tyler's shoulders. "What if I just fell in love with you?"
"In two weeks?"
"C'mon, Ty, are you gonna tell me you aren't attracted to me?
Don't you even want to see if it'll work before you kill it for both of
us?"
Tyler sighed and looked into Cannon's eyes, his emotions at war in
his head. "You're just a kid, Cann."
"Oh, please! How much difference does three years make? I'll be
eighteen in seventy one days, Tyler. I'm not exactly being stolen from the
crib here." Cannon's face fell, and he felt his heart starting to brake.
He backed up, letting his hands fall to his sides. "I'm sorry. I got so
excited when I realized I was in love with you, I thought you would feel
the same way. I guess I better go."
"Wait." Tyler stood without saying anything, holding the closet
door shut.
His heart pounded, and he could see Eddie so clearly the night before he
died. Happy and smiling, so crazy and fun. He swallowed hard, letting
that memory fade, and thinking about the swim meet, and how his chest felt
like it would explode when Cannon won.
"I've been through a lot, Cannon. I'm not trying to make you feel
sorry for me, I'm just telling you that I might be slow to open up like
that again. I don't want to hurt you."
"I accept that." Cannon whispered. He lifted his arms
tentatively, and Tyler opened his. They hugged, and Cannon lowered his
head onto Tyler's shoulder, relaxing. "All I want is a chance."
"Me too."
They fixed sandwiches and watched TV for a while, neither wanting
to talk much after the emotional roller coaster. They sat on the couch
next to each other, and after working up his courage, Cannon took Tyler's
hand. Tyler grinned and kissed the back of it, then slid over so his head
was in Cannon's lap.
They fell asleep watching a movie, Cannon with his head lolling
back on the armrest, and Tyler lying in Cannon's lap. It was dark in the
room except for the TV set, and Tyler squinted at the images. His
movements woke Cannon, who lifted his head with a groan, his neck aching
from the weird angle it had been in.
"Oh, shit!" Tyler hissed, looking at his watch. "It's almost
midnight. You better get home." He sat up and looked for his keys.
"Don't worry. I told him I was going to a party and spending the
night. It's what we always do after a meet." Cannon yawned as he spoke,
scratching his head.
"I didn't want to go home tonight." He gave Tyler a bleary eyed smile.
"Thought of everything, didn't you? Why do I feel like I've been
had?" Tyler smirked and sat back against the couch. The more time he had
to think about it, the more beautiful Cannon was, and the harder it was to
think up reasons to stay away. He shook his head almost sadly.
"What?" Cannon asked, alarmed.
"Nothing. I was just noticing how nice you are to look at. Even
with sleepy eyes."
Cannon's face lit up with a wondrous smile, showing square white
teeth, and leaned over to kiss Tyler. Each one was a little better, and
Cannon found that he had a hard time being aware of his surroundings or
sense of time when he kissed Tyler. It was like his mind was suspending
reality. He liked it. A lot.
Tyler broke the kiss and leaned back. "Whoa. You're a fast
learner. I thought you said you've never kissed before."
"You are the first person other than my mother that I have any
recollection of kissing. I swear." Cannon grinned, proud of Tyler's
comments. An idea struck him, and he grabbed Tyler's hands. "I want us to
do something. Let's go for a walk."
Tyler glanced at the window and noticed that it was drizzling.
"Cannon, it's supposed to snow. It's freezing out there."
"Not where we're going." He pulled Tyler to his feet "C'mon, trust
me!"
"Okay, okay." Tyler relented, and pulled their coats out of the
closet. "Wouldn't you rather drive?"
"No, your car stands out."
"Stands out?" Tyler looked at Cannon curiously. "Stands out
against what?"
"If you keep asking questions, we'll never get there." Cannon
flashed a grin and ran out the door and down the steps. "C'mon, Ty,
hurry!" He went out the main door and jogged away.
Tyler shook his head and ran down the stairs after locking the door
and followed him out into the weather. They jogged about five blocks,
neither overly winded, and Tyler was just about to ask where the hell they
were going when Cannon stopped suddenly. Tyler nearly collided with him.
"Look." Cannon whispered harshly, pointing. In front of them was
the Aquatic Center, the parking lot now empty, with only a couple of lights
on around the building. "I won there, just for you." Cannon beamed,
standing straighter.
"Yeah, you did." Tyler put his arm around Cannon's shoulders. "I
nearly lost my voice cheering." They began walking towards the building as
they spoke in hushed tones. The drizzle had let off and was becoming snow.
"I could hear you, did you know that?" Cannon took Tyler's hand.
"I swear to god, Ty, I could hear you." They neared the doors and stopped.
"You were amazing." Tyler looked into Cannon's brown eyes and felt
a part of himself waking up that had been out of it for a long time. He
realized that he really did want Cannon, and that it was a good feeling.
"You didn't see my medal." Cannon fished in his pocket and pulled
out a key and turned towards the door.
"How the hell did you get your own key?" Tyler asked
incredulously.
"I'm a Yearsley. My dad gave me a key last year so I could work
out at night after everyone went home." Cannon opened the door and
relocked it and waved Tyler inside.
"Maybe we could come back tomorrow. I'm sure the cops wouldn't be
real happy with us if they found us inside at one am." Tyler hesitated,
uneasy.
"I do it all the time. C'mon, I want you to see my medal." Cannon
headed into the dark hallway, leaving Tyler to close the door. Tyler
glanced out at the street and pulled the door shut, making sure it was
locked. He saw Cannon disappearing around a corner and nearly fell as he
tried to run after him. His shoes squeaked on the linoleum floor.
"Here it is." Cannon stood at a display case pointing. "I have to
leave it here until the season's over, but it's mine." His voice was
almost reverent. "And this is just Region. I still have state next
month."
"I'll be there." Tyler said, realizing that he would, too. "It's
great, Cann."
"Do you know, I really like it when you call me that?" Cannon
chuckled. "I don't know why. It's just cool." He opened another door
near the display case, obviously to his father's office, and stepped
through to yet another door, this one opening to the pool deck. Tyler
followed, closing the doors behind himself.
As he emerged onto the deck, Cannon was silhouetted against a row
of thin tall windows that reached from floor to ceiling, bathing him in the
dim light from the storm outside. Cannon raised his arms, looking out
across the water that was lit by only two submerged lights.
"This was all I had until you showed up." Cannon dropped his arms
and turned around. They had started sweating in the humidity and warmth of
the pool, and Cannon pulled his jacket off and tossed it over a folding
chair by the door. "For six years, I've eaten, slept, worked, and prayed
swimming, and I never won shit. The first meet you come to, and I can do
no wrong!" He threw his arms around Tyler and kissed him quickly. "It was
an omen, man! I know it."
Tyler chuckled and pulled his coat off. "It wasn't me, goof ball.
You have talent. I heard Daniel and JD talking to your dad. I know you
have some power hitter schools looking at you."
Cannon nodded and turned away, not wanting to think about leaving
for college. He looked into the water, seeing his home, his life, and an
idea struck him.
He whirled around and grabbed Tyler's shoulders. "Let's go swimming."
"Uh, yeah. I'll just jog home, in the snow, and see if I even own
a suit right now.." Tyler smirked.
"We don't need suits, there's no one here." Cannon grinned like
the Cheshire cat and pulled his shirt off and tossed it near his coat.
"Holy shit, Cannon, your nuts." Tyler immediately looked around
the enormous room and scanned for anyone looking, or cops busting down a
door, or someone looking in the windows. His heart sped up.
"No, really. There is no alarm system, no cameras, and no one
here. The Janitor has Sunday off. We have hours before we'll be noticed.
C'mon!" Cannon kicked off his shoes and socks and wiggled out of his pants
and stood in front of Tyler in his briefs.
Tyler sighed, knowing he would regret this, and pulled of his
shirt. "I'm not real sure about this."
"Please trust me." Cannon whispered, and kissed him long and slow.
Tyler blinked as they parted and nodded. He kicked his own shoes
off and was undoing his belt as Cannon pulled of his underwear. Without
meaning to, he stopped and stared. Cannon's body was incredible, each
muscle clearly defined, and with the lack of fat that was common to
swimmers. He couldn't help noticing the kid's long slender penis and
perfect balls, and Cannon moved his feet nervously, causing Tyler to look
up. It was too dark to see, but he knew Cannon was blushing.
"Hurry. I want to see you." Cannon said quietly.
Tyler smiled and pulled his pants and boxers off in one motion,
then stood and allowed Cannon to run his eyes over his body. His time as a
model had made him a little callous to being embarrassed, and he didn't
interrupt as Cannon discovered him.
"Wow." Cannon said in a husky voice. Tyler chuckled, and with no
warning pushed Cannon backwards into the water. He surfaced, choking a
little, and laughed. "Asshole!"
"You had it coming!" Tyler responded, jumping over Cannon's head
into the pool. A furious dunking and wrestling match ensued that ended
with Cannon swimming away at top speed, Tyler hot on his heels. The raced
to the far end of the pool and back, Cannon resting against the edge and
panting as Tyler swam up.
"This is totally wicked!" Tyler gasped, pulling himself up to the
edge. "I never realized how cool skinny dipping was. I love the feel of
the water."
Cannon laughed. "I do this a lot. It's like, I don't know,
natural or something. The Romans never wore suits when they swam. It's a
fairly new development."
He glanced up at the diving boards and back at Tyler. "Do you dive?"
"I hate heights." Tyler shrugged. "Sorry."
"You watch. I'll dive." Cannon grinned and went under, pushing
off towards the end of the pool. Tyler was able to see him go past one of
the underwater lights and marveled at the site.
Cannon surfaced and grabbed a ladder, climbing out, and Tyler was
taken with how sexy it was to watch Cannon's long strides in the nude as he
went to the highest diving board and started up.
"Lets see if I remember this one." Cannon called, walking out to
the end of the board. He stood perfectly still, then bounced once,
launching high into the air, tucked his head in and straightened his legs,
spun twice, then hit the water head first with almost no splash. Tyler
clapped and laughed, then pushed off and swam towards the side near the
boards.
Cannon came up and heard the applause, and felt like his chest
would burst.
They met at the side of the pool, and he moved closer to Tyler, feeling
their legs touch. "You are incredible." Tyler said, and pulled Cannon to
him. Their bodies molded together, and their lips met. Cannon ran his
freehand up Tyler's chest and around his neck.
"Let's go home." Tyler suggested and smoothed Cannon's wet hair
back. "I have a new event to teach you."
With their shirts, socks, and underwear stuffed in their coat
pockets and water still running over their skin, they hurried out of the
building, locking the doors behind themselves. They ran through the snow,
laughing and tossing snowballs at each other.
Cannon slipped and went down, and Tyler skidded to a stop and
pulled him up, and then took off in the lead, tossing a snowball over his
shoulder. They were back at the apartment in a few minutes, and Tyler
sprinted up the stairs and opened the door, holding it as Cannon ran past
him and into Tyler's bedroom, shedding closes as he went.
Tyler scooped up the closes and tossed them in a pile, grinning and
breathing hard. He pulled of his coat and tossed it, then slipped out of
his pants and dived onto the bed, landing next to Cannon. "C'mere." He
mumbled, and pulled Cannon to him, running his tongue over the kid's ear
and neck.
Hurriedly, they yanked the covers back and climbed in, and Cannon
reached down and cradled Tyler's package, beginning a slow stroking motion.
"I've waited for this forever." He whispered, and then locked his lips
over Tyler's, pushing his tongue in.
Tyler slipped down, kissing and licking across Cannon's chest and
nipples. Cannon sighed and moaned, unable to believe the sensations. He
fell back on the pillows, feeling Tyler's hand encircle his already stiff
member. "Oh Jesus." He mumbled as Tyler's tongue ran up the underside and
back down.
Tyler used his tongue and lips to start a rhythm, which he varied
in speed, feeling Cannon tense up under his work. He was aroused to find
that Cannon had almost no body hair, and was literally slick as a dolphin.
In fact, the only hair he had found so far was a small neatly trimmed path
of pubic hair at the base of Cannon's cock. It was very erotic.
Cannon almost whimpered as Tyler stopped suddenly and came up from
under the covers. "Shhh." Tyler touched his finger to Cannon's lips. "I
have a surprise for you." He leaned over and pulled open a drawer and took
out a little tube and squeezed the contents into his hand. "This will make
it easier. I want you inside me."
Cannon relaxed and enjoyed the feel of Tyler's hand working the
lube onto him. With some instructions, he used first one finger, then
another to work the lube into Tyler's ass. Anticipation excited him as
Tyler rolled onto his side and pulled his leg up out of the way. It was
clumsy at first, but Cannon managed to get into position, and with some
coaching, slid into Tyler. His emotions and nerves went wild as he began
to stroke slowly. It was beyond his wildest fantasies. He reached around
and took hold of Tyler's hard on and matched the motions. He knew he
didn't have very long until he came, and he wanted to get Tyler off too.
Tyler felt Cannon's stomach harden, and he closed his eyes and
concentrated on using his muscles to massage Cannon. The kid had a natural
talent, and Tyler felt himself floating into nirvana just as Cannon reached
a frenzy of thrusts and cried out in his ear. His own orgasm was seconds
behind, and he spilled his fluids in huge spasms onto the sheets, grimacing
and grunting in a powerful crescendo.
They collapsed onto the pillows, panting. Cannon put his head on
Tyler's Chest, exhausted, and was rewarded with an arm going around him.
As he withered and shrank, he slipped out of Tyler, and his newfound older
lover rolled onto his back and gave him room to lay his head on his chest.
They fell asleep in each other's arms.